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paixaorpg2008-03-03 06:52 pm
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In which All of Hell's considerable Fury may in fact break Loose... [Active]
Character(s): Sephiroth, Cid, the majority of ShinRa...
Content: The past confronts the future. ...Or something.
Setting: Cid's Shop
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: ...I think the only potential warning I -don't- have to make is about sexual content, actually.
Although everything in Sephiroth's considerable training told him he should be walking into this situation with weapons drawn, he stood across the street from the shop empty handed, having left everything - including his materia and armor - in his hotel room. He felt strangely naked, without his equipment; all he carried was a set of potions.
Not like he needed much else if the situation called for it, though, as Zack had so poignantly reminded him. He rather hoped it would not.
The arrival of Rufus Shinra had been unexpected, and he wasn't really sure how he felt about it. He'd spoken to the man before, of course. Both as he was now and his childhood self. This place had an odd way of playing with one's perception of time.
At least the Remnants were not here. That was a can of worms he prefered to leave dead and buried, if at all possible. Kadaj -still- annoyed him, just through the memory of their meetings.
Steeling himself and uttering a short prayer to whatever deities chose to watch this event, he made his way across the street, and knocked on the door of a man who dearly wanted to see him dead.
Content: The past confronts the future. ...Or something.
Setting: Cid's Shop
Time: Early afternoon
Warnings: ...I think the only potential warning I -don't- have to make is about sexual content, actually.
Although everything in Sephiroth's considerable training told him he should be walking into this situation with weapons drawn, he stood across the street from the shop empty handed, having left everything - including his materia and armor - in his hotel room. He felt strangely naked, without his equipment; all he carried was a set of potions.
Not like he needed much else if the situation called for it, though, as Zack had so poignantly reminded him. He rather hoped it would not.
The arrival of Rufus Shinra had been unexpected, and he wasn't really sure how he felt about it. He'd spoken to the man before, of course. Both as he was now and his childhood self. This place had an odd way of playing with one's perception of time.
At least the Remnants were not here. That was a can of worms he prefered to leave dead and buried, if at all possible. Kadaj -still- annoyed him, just through the memory of their meetings.
Steeling himself and uttering a short prayer to whatever deities chose to watch this event, he made his way across the street, and knocked on the door of a man who dearly wanted to see him dead.
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"Hey, wait a minute! Are you insulting my skills at handling a sword? I'll have you know, I owned those people in my Class! I even owned those who weren't in my-- Hey!" Zack trailed off, not from lacking any comeback or reasoning, but from reluctance of talking to Sephiroth's quickly disappearing back, for the man was already proceeding inside. Not that that would stop him for long.
After all, it was his business to keep an eye on Sephiroth. He wasn't going to fail this time, not when he knew how much suffering stemmed from Sephiroth's insanity.
Zack threw a puzzled look at Cloud before walking into the Shop. "You didn't break your PHS already, did you Spike?" he called over his shoulder, knowing that aside from being unable to connect to outside networks, his unit was still working fine. Of course, lacking the potential access to the outside world said lots for this place, the first being that someone was intentionally cutting them off from outside assistance.
They were trying to isolate them.
Then again, Zack hadn't really had time to test that theory yet, but his experiences, though not as vast as Angeal's or Sephiroth's, told him to trust his gut feelings. And his gut feelings screamed loudly and with pizazz that there were too many weird shenanigans going on in this place.
Stopping a good way inside the place but far enough from Sephiroth to compensate for reaction time, Zack leaned back on his heels, crossed his arms and whistled. "Nice digs, old man. You haven't got any engines about the place, have you?" So what if Zack was procrastinating with inane questions? He was acutely aware that the moment Sephiroth started talking, the atmosphere would grow sharp again.